“My charm of manner, I suppose. She waited a few minutes, then greeted the burly doorman who stood as the building’s lone sentry. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. Once they were on the move, Kimble seemed to find strength from somewhere.
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